Chapter 2, Jacob:
The pillow whooshed past my head, as I slept on the couch. Groaning, I looked up and saw the assaulter sat a few feet away. In his wheelchair, forced from suffering with diabetes, my dad, Billy Black, sat smirking at me.
"Come on Jay. We off to see Charlie. His Bella arrived today." My dad smiled.
I yawned, stretched and moved my feet off the sofa. All I had heard about for the last 3 month was Bella Swan this, Bella Swan that. I was sick of hearing her name being mentioned in this house. So she was Dad's best friend's daughter, but the way they talked about her, anyone would think she was royalty. Dad had even had me fixing up the old truck for her. Not that I should complain about that, I loved fixing cars. Distracted me from homework, I reminded myself. Noticing Dad was grabbing some cans from the fridge, I sighed, realizing we would be down at the Swan's for a while.
I helped him into the truck, and placed the cans and his wheelchair into the back. I opened the door, minding my head as I went sit down. Sometimes being 6 foot 2 was a disadvantage.
The journey from La Push to Forks was easy enough, even with the rain being heavier today. As we pulled up in front of Charlie's, I noticed he was already outside waiting.
"Guess Bella must be inside." Dad said. I rushed get Dad's wheelchair as Charlie opened the door for him. I heard some comments about "old man" and laughed at their childish reaction to each other. Guess is what happens when you get older, I groaned.
"So where is she?" I asked, as I helped dad into his chair. Just as I spoke, this girl appeared in Charlie's doorway. This couldn't be the girl I used to play with back in the summers as kids. Back then she'd been this chubby, sand eating cootie covered girl, now she was almost a woman. Standing around 5 foot 4, at a guess, she was alot slender these days, with her brunette hair. Arizona must of been good for her, I smiled as she walked over.
"Bells, this is Billy and Jacob Black. You remember them right?" Bella smiled awkwardly, holding her hand out to greet dad.
"Sure, How can I forget my dad's best friend?" She smiled broadly at Billy. Then turning to me, she seemed to blush and took my hand. I admired her face, reminded me of a heart in the shape, with big brown eyes. I must of looked like a giant compared to this petite girl in front of me, not that I didn't look like a giant to most of the girls around here.
I showed off the Chevrolet to Bella, and then followed her inside while dad and Charlie watched the football match. Sitting in the kitchen of their home, I watched as Bella started to cook a fish meal for us all. I was surprised she'd found anything cook in Charlie's house. It was normally just meals for one, cans and snacks for the football games with Dad.
"So how old are you?" Bella asked in her Arizonian accent. I looked at the table, and muttered about being 15 under my breath. Bella must of heard, "Really? You look older," she said, sweeping some hair from her face to behind her ears, "So you go to Fork's school too?"
"Nope, I go to a school on the reserve." I heard a slight moan from Bella.
"Shame, would of been nice know someone." She said, looking back giving me a smile. I couldn't help but smile back.
As we left Charlie's, Dad looked over at me.
"Quite the looker, ain't she, Jay?" I looked from the window, insisting I hadn't noticed. Though I had noticed, and admired, and although I wasn't going to admit to dad, I had to agree with him. Not that I think Dad believed me anyway. Especially once I asked when we'd next be going back, I heard him laugh.
I had a feeling dad and Charlie were trying to get us together. Not that I would mind, but I'm sure 17 year olds did not date 15 year olds. Even ones as mature looking as me.